"Alone", a romance roleplay. Participants: @ThomazM, playing Christopher Goldman, and @Lexie, playing Evangeline Bishop. Possible libertine will be faded. -Recommended Soundtrack- "Christopher's Residence". 24/05/2019 6:02 PM "Six o' clock", Christopher mumbled to himself, whilst still playing. He sighs, deeply, as his fingers come down upon the piano a bit more heavy. The song, an improvised version of "Kiss the Rain", by the hugely underrated genius, Yiruma. Thoughts rain down alongside the notes, as if real droplets of water. Making its own unique resonance and disturbance in what would otherwise be a beautiful, crystalline lake. His head and spine dance slightly, together with his fingers, his involvement with this one particular song is, peculiar. The song itself isn't either sad, nor happy, it's melodic, it's one of those songs that Christopher likes to label as if they were in a completely different level of rating. Something almost, "ethereal". It might have something to do with it being... Well, or... Or how it was one of Rachel's favorites. That's... That probably has something to do with it, yes. Phew. The final note. Always, always imponent. Whenever heavy, or light the touch is. Finishing the song, Christopher slowly got up, stretching his spine and clicking his neck, both ways. Sighing, he lays his right hand on the black curtains, opening them just slightly. The curtains. The only object apart from the window itself which protecting him from the outside world. From the mistakes he might've made whilst playing, from the vary array of looks he gets on the streets, from... F-From nothing, really. The sun blinded him for what seemed like minutes, which in reality, only were a few seconds. His eyes needed to adjust. It's been probably around seventy-two hours since the last time he actually took a look outside. When finally able to see, the sight he laid his eyes upon was... Was... He failed to find a word to describe it. But he did see a... A blonde, slender... Almost delicate to the eyes, woman. When noticing she was looking directly at him--I mean, she was probably looking at the source of the sound of the piano, but still-- he immediately, and quite abruptly closed the curtains. "Oh, Christ...", yeah, my friends, anxiety kicks in real quick. He sat down, laying his back against the piano's leg. Waiting. For whatever that reaction was to fade out, fade away. "She'll probably chuckle... And... I don't know... Walk away to... I don't know! Wherever... I don't..." He tried mumbling to himself, seeking some sort of comfort... He doesn't really know. He's quite the "over-reacting" type, in these sorts of situations. Specially... Specially after Rachel. He felt, different, looking at that girl. Her appearance, the way she looked at him. It was all too... Familiar. And he didn't knew how to feel. "C-C-Can't you just s-stop? She's probably on to her business already and... And you're here... Just look at yourself! You're pathetic!" He stopped. Closed his eyes. Shut his mouth. And waited. He passed through this before. Not... Not quite like this. but he's been through worse. "It's just a matter of giving yourself time", Christopher thought to himself the same very words his past psychiatrist would say. And there he sat, waiting. Waiting for it to dissipate. Whatever "it" is.